The kind of friend I want


The kind of friend I want is…

Someone with a passion for something—anything.

Someone who understands and respects my introverted tendencies, even if they’re not an introvert themselves.

Someone I can learn something from.

Someone who considers herself a feminist.

Someone who also claims to hate people. But really actually likes people—but only the nice ones.

Someone who doesn’t make me feel guilty or superficial for wearing makeup.

Someone who loves to read, is creative, or has an appreciation for beautiful things.

Someone who, after a couple drinks, is totally down for a karaoke duet.

Someone who likes puppies. How can you not like puppies?

Someone who doesn’t thrive on constant attention or drama—and actually listens to you when you speak.

Someone who pushes me out of my comfort zone—in a good way.

Someone who doesn’t base her self-worth on her relationship status or the things she has.

Someone who has laughed at the word “poop” more than any grown woman should.

Someone whose favorite thing to do is laugh.

Someone who will accept me despite my gastrointestinal shortcomings following a pot of chili. I mean, I just don’t see that improving anytime soon.

Someone who knows she’s not perfect but loves herself anyway.

Here’s a fun exercise: Come up with a list like this for yourself. Be specific, but not so specific that you might alienate an otherwise perfectly meant-for-you person. (Not everyone you hang with has to loooove The Walking Dead. And if they do, I’m automatically off your list ’cause I’ve never even seen that show.) Then read your list. Does it more or less describe you? Or does it only describe someone you aspire to be like? It wasn’t my original intention, but I’m happy to say my list sounds a lot like me. I’d say I’m a keeper.

What do you look for in a friend? Could we be friend soulmates?

One lucky girl

After some coercing, begging, and harassing, Witty Title Here finally made it to 100 likes on Facebook! I am both grateful and totally okay with the fact that many of you liked my page simply so I would leave you alone. I have no shame. It’s cool. (And thank you.)

Of course, there was a reason for my incessant badgering other than my desire for a three-digit number of people to whom I could broadcast my Facebook-y thoughts. I’ve been not-so-patiently waiting to announce a new series that will feature some very cool people, and now that I have the love of 100+ social media minions, it officially kicks off this week! Get ready for The “Lucky” Ones interview series, a biweekly event starting this Thursday.

What is The “Lucky” Ones? And why the quotation marks? Allow me to explain.

The “Lucky” Ones interview series features words from creative people of all types who are lucky enough to be doing something they love. Whether world travelers, painters, music teachers, or entrepreneurs, these people all have one thing in common—hard work. Which is why it actually has very little to do with luck. But alas, people who love what they do tend to be perceived as blessed. These interviews will shed light on what really goes into making each of these people tick, as well as reveal the story behind each unique individual.

And I am friggen excited.

When I first got the idea for this series, I was hopeful, but didn’t know where to start. It didn’t take long for my mind to wander off to Facebook. Scrolling through my friend list, I realized there were dozens of potential interviewees right there with no degree of separation who seemed to lead pretty interesting lives. I also realized that, despite my relatively small number of Facebook friends, I don’t really know most of them. It was a little intimidating sending off my first couple of queries to people I’d only met a couple of times. But the responses I’ve gotten so far couldn’t have been more welcoming or enthusiastic. Already, I’ve gotten to know people better in just a couple of emails than I did actually meeting them, and I’m only sorry I didn’t reach out sooner.

And friends, be warned. I have several of you on my radar for upcoming Q&A sessions. Just because you “liked” my page doesn’t mean I’m done with you. I’m also especially interested in people I don’t know. Does The “Lucky” Ones sound like something you’d be perfect for? If you’re hard-working and passionate about something—anything—I’m already into it. Please don’t be bashful, folks. Email me at wittycassiehere (at) gmail (dot) com. Let’s chat.

I hope you’re looking forward to this as much as I am, because you’re about to meet some special people. I’ll be kicking off the series this Thursday with someone I do know, and pretty darn well. But I’ll maintain the suspense just a little longer while I celebrate the fact that I’m finally treating this blog like something I’m passionate about, and not just an obligation. Pretty cool.

Sowing the seeds of love

There’s a heightened sense of energy in my world this week, and it’s not just because I have a physically impossible project to complete this month or because my 12-year-old sister is turning into a scary, emotional, adolescent demon right before my eyes. (Though both of these things certainly add to said energy. Also, I still love my sister.) The main source of such excitement is that one of my closest friends, McKenzie, is getting married this weekend. Cue girly giddiness.

Bathroom in a barn - the high school days of maturity.

McKenzie is the first of my friends to get married, and I’m honored to be one of her bridesmaids in the upcoming lovefest. In a flurry of activity and a growing list of items not to forget (including about five changes of outfits, curlers, a tent, my camera, and toilet paper), I’m reminding myself that no matter how busy I might feel, McKenzie is ten times busier. But she’s handling it like a pro.

It’s a strange coming-of-age feeling for all of our friends who have known each other since high school or earlier to come together for such a grown-up day. Though many engagements have popped up on my Facebook news feed in the past few years– some exciting, some downright worrisome– this one is closer to home. And I’m genuinely psyched to watch one of my best friends get hitched to a guy who couldn’t be a better match for her. The best part? McKenzie and Jamie are getting married on the farm they call home (along with their alpacas, sheep, and ducklings), and we’ll spend the night dancing and camping under the stars in celebration of their lerv.

A few years later, also in the bathroom. Maturity still intact.

I’m prepared with eight rolls of film for the big event, so get ready for photo overload sometime in the near future. For now, let me direct you to McKenzie’s blog, Oliver & Abraham’s, where I contributed a guest post so the bride-to-be can focus on more important things– like decorating the porta-potties.

Congrats, McKenzie and Jamie. I’m so happy to call you both my good friends.

The happy (and wonderfully weird) couple.

2nd Annual Girly Fun Time – Pittsburgh Edition



Facing the Fall

Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, September turned into October. For a chick who’s been impatiently waiting for all kinds of things to hurry up and get here, September went by really fast.

This is a good thing. Reason number one being the fact that my 21st birthday is coming up in less than two weeks. TWO WEEKS, PEOPLE. Get ready for the 21st anniversary of awesomeness. I’m still unsure as to how I’m going to celebrate, but as long as there’s the excellent combination of beer, friends and possibly drunken karaoke, I know it will be an excellent time.

Although it probably can’t get classier than that. Living on a prayer, indeed.

Also, Halloween is coming up, and I’m absolutely determined to come up with a costume even remotely as good as last year’s. My Gaga/Cher/showgirl-inspired outfit came together effortlessly, especially considering I hardly had to put any money into it. The dress came from my mom, who wore it to the CMA awards the year before I was born. However, unlike me, she wore it as an actual, socially-acceptable frock and not an over-the-top costume. The ridiculous headdress that completed the outfit was the result of a conversation with John sometime before my birthday.

John: What do you want for your birthday?
Cassie: … A headdress, obviously.

Two weeks and one taken-very-seriously request later, I was wearing the greatest headdress in existence for Halloween, and everybody loved me.

Several hours into the night, and I’m still in character.

So, I’m going to have to try and top that. Let the brainstorm session begin.

Meanwhile, despite my looking forward to all of this, my stubborn self still hopes summer weather has not come to an end. For some reason, I’m still often surprised that it’s chilly outside. Every time I walk outside and feel the cool air and notice the sun is already way-descended at 3 p.m., I say to myself, “Guess it’s not summer anymore.”

Well, yeah. It’s been that way for a little while.

I’ve still got all my summer dresses hanging in the closet, hoping to be plucked from the tight space to be worn again. But they don’t belong there anymore. My fall clothes are still locked up in the cedar chest, which has a large stereo and two lamps on it. I do not want to mess with that. But my feet are freezing and flip flops just aren’t cutting it anymore. Guess I’ll just have to adjust.

Welcome back, Fall. I’ll be ready for you soon enough.